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American Conservative Poet Tom Zart on 50 war poems

POET TOM ZART Conservative 50

America, POEMS OF WAR

The White House
Washington

March 16, 2007

Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and Chief Executive Officer
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Ann Arbor, Michigan

Dear Lillian:

Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thanks for thinking of me. I am grateful for their efforts to honor our brave military and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude and I am honored to be commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in world history.

Best Wishes.

Sincerely,

George W. Bush

Unyielding Honor

Weakness invites moral situation of war and aggression

Encouraged by misunderstanding, mistrust and delay.

All that love can be destroyed and transformed

By the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.

When something looks bad on our face

To corrupt our morals, faith and determination.

God gives us the courage to defend what is right

No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.

Evil seeks to destroy the good in man

And silence the memory of God's law.

It is for believers to stand firm

Defending freedom and justice for all.

Our men and women who serve in danger

It is the armor of what the free world depends.

Without their sacrifice of body and soul

Everything we stand for is gone.

God loves his SOLDIERS

Sometimes it is difficult to protect what is right

Sometimes we are so despised by the other we fight.

Some of us are willing regardless of loss

To commit our soul to save the cross.

Evil prospers on greed and human hate

Always willing to destroy and defecate.

The grace of God descends upon the soul of man

Cleansing the impure wherever he can.

As long as man has struggled on earth

Life has had its problems since birth.

God's seed of goodness has delayed man's view

Thank heaven for their heroes strong and wise.

The Lord adores his heroes of yesterday

How numerous, only He could say.

God loves his soldiers who line up to serve

By standing against evil His grace they deserve.

Never be afraid to be proud of America

America, the abundant, the place I was born
I'll cherish till the day I die.
When the bones of past heroes lie buried in the soil
Who loved them I.

Its mountains are so high they reach the sky
With prairies where the green grass grow.
There are billions of trees where they nest wild birds
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and freshwater lakes
As the winds blow from our stations.

There is the haunting whistle of a freight train lonely
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred floors
Concrete structures, steel and glass.
A statue in a harbor, a gift from France
Describes how, inside, we feel.

That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proof of American dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, present and few.

We'll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan's horde chase us to our door.
The safeguarding of our borders and a system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.

Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies

firm to preserve what we trust.

IN teeth dog

Throughout history man was born to fight

Surviving nature, disease, greed and war.

Since its inception, it has remained the same

Choosing to serve evil or good as before.

Our boys and girls face dog's teeth

No hot spots around our planet.

They leave their families and all who love

To protect and preserve the freedom worth.

The enemies we face are the mad dogs of man

With the desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.

They sing and dance with the death of others

Teaching principles of hate till the grave.

Support our troops who fight Horde

As we live the good life back home.

When you see a soldier show them your smile

Say "Hello we we love you and your not alone. "

The Mad Dogs MAN

Home to the dogs angry man

There is looting, corruption and hatred.

In each city, town or village

Those who promote distrust deserve their destination.

Everyone is born as an innocent child

Even fooled by others along the path.

God has always loved his children

Although it breaks her heart when they depart.

The mad dogs of man never repent

Because they have no sense of shame or sadness.

Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life

Abusing victims as if there were no tomorrow.

God gives the will to sin no more

And to overcome evil is not to cease.

The mad dogs of man must be stopped

About murder, rape and destroy world peace.

Samson, David and Solomon

Were chosen by God to be high.

They faced great odds and the fear of death

Refusing to ignore their call.

It is time for the good men of the earth

To join to contain the horde.

Standing firm against tyranny where it exists

Putting the mad dogs of man with the sword.

Where Wars are won or lost

Wars are waged by older men
In battle rooms in separate countries.
Requiring more firepower
And troops for the combat chart.

While the flesh torn between
The dreams of all turned gray.
So young and their faces were determined
Even on the battlefield were.

Unable to overcome his pride
Politicians cast their vote.
For this or or what else
As the rage of war sounds its note.

Wherever wars are won or lost
The soldiers fall like toys.
Through story remains the same
Most who die are hardly more than boys.

Like the monkeys in a spinning cage
Man disputes Peanuts power.
When will we overcome our greed
And become like a beautiful flower?

Death to death, dust to dust
The wrath of war is a horrible crime.
It is the beast within that still prevails
As it has through the torments of time.

WAR is the largest PRAGUE HUMAN

As war is waged in charge
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
That feeds the roots of his soul.

Many things will change forever
Much more than I wanted to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things that we fought to keep free.

War is the greatest scourge of man
Religion, State, sanity e.
Any scourge is more preferred
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change
And everyone who dies is a symbol
Rabies that must run its course
Before words of peace are spoken.

I hate war, but not men, flags nor race
But the war in itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die
So we are not likely to welcome those who weep.

What distinguishes war is not death
But that man is killed by a partner.
Crushed by cruelty and injustice
With his murderous hand of the enemy.

War tends to punish the punishers
Thus, the losers do not suffer alone.
The essence of war, but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.

Sometimes it is difficult to defend what is right
Sometimes we have to stand up and fight.
Sometimes we survive, while others must die
Sometimes never knowing why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game
Without a shortage of the guilty.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or fast
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene
To help stop the savage from being so bad.

War is a hell we visit before death
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath.
There must be a reason man destroys man
But because it is so, I can not understand.

September 11

After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack
America now mourns the essence.
Though soon her enemies, but they must flee
From the sound of America in war.

Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all
That the devil has decided to give us a call.
We will defeat the soldiers of hell and drive them
And if we die, is what freedom is all about.

We will find them wherever they may hide
Street by street, house by house, cave, cave.
They will be eradicated from the earth
Even the righteous, the loyal and courageous.

SATAN'S HORDE shall be removed

Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders
Our world becomes more dangerous every day.
dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
Survive by their falsehoods at play.

who believe the Bible teaches that the end is near
Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
God will eradicate all that is bad
For his fire of eruption and storm.

For the victory of evil, will never admit
May its supporters anguish in hell.
By the grace of God and the power of faith
Kindness Man prevails.

What we accomplish is the measure of heaven
As patriots respond to the threats of man.
Protect and defend what we love to death
While the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.

Sons and Daughters of World War III

Our children and daughters serve in harms way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents
Many a husband or wife.

They face large obstacles without complaint
Gambling life and limb for little pay.
So far from all who love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.

The plotters and planners of the destruction of America
Pledge to murder and maim all they can.
From childhood they are taught
To kill to become a man.

They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven, virgins who wait.
Destroying lives with their own
To learn of their falsehoods too late.

The terrible cry which must provide
And find a way to calm them.
Where defenders worry if we're down
The future is bleak for America.

This is no time to fight among themselves
Or kiss the face of our enemy.
All through story remains the same
The strong enslave the weak.

May God continue to bless America
Refusing evil, above.
It behooves us to stand firm
Defending freedom of man.

So dear to my heart

So Wanted my heart are my loved ones at home
As I play and I turn in my bed alone.
Everyday I see death, hate, and corruption
The Combat is God's proof of man's malfunction

For family, friends, and I pray
For my love with this poem I wish to convey.
I knew I loved you, but never as
Until the war, I'm forced beyond your touch.

Where violence develops, there is the smell of death
With the taste of fear in every breath.
Who will prevail, who shall die
As the sadistic slaughter of God under heaven.

Baghdad man became the highway to hell
When the heart of darkness are alive and well.
I count each day until it was time to go home
And being with my love and never alone.

Love You
Your Marine

FREEDOM

In his new uniform
The young march off
Not knowing who shall return.
With a proud devotion
They brandish their flag
Leaving of loved ones to wonder and yearn.

May we all be buried
For all our children
It is an ancient tribal prayer.
They are so easy to lose
But so hard to forget
A heavy burden for a parent to bear.

Ah, the taste of victory
Will soon be forgotten
But what was never lost.
For those rows of white tombstones
In peaceful green fields
Making it easy to count the cost.

America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty of war
And we who remain
It should help keep it free
To those who can march no more!

OUR FLAG

Our flag is fabric wove of thread
Carried by heroes living and dead.
It is justice and courage too
With their colors, red, white and blue.

To all who serve it, there will be applause
For anyone who dies, there'll be tears.
For all who love her, life is swell
For those who harm it, war is hell.

How many mothers have cried
As they sent their sons to war.
How many parents have not returned
Because our freedom must be conquered.

Wars were waged where brave men died
As patriots fought side by side.
Our flag is still the pearl of earth
For those who prove their worth.

LOVE OF COUNTRY

I dedicate this poem from my tent
As the winds of keep the desert is bent silhouette.
My love for the country is at full boil now
I would describe it, but it's hard to know.

Tomorrow I'll hunt those who enjoy our death
Cursed by their hatred and dirt from the air.
I do not care if it's another God they serve
To reimbursement for his crime is what they deserve.

Their horde survives by a different set of rules,
Although they will soon discover the fate of crazy killers.
Proudly I serve my homeland and president
Who I'd sworn to uphold one hundred percent.

While haunted by visions of what I should do
I fight for justice, and red, white and blue.

VETERAN'S DAY

The cost of freedom is sometimes high
Much more when our loved one die.
Men and women pledged to fight and serve
And it's our support that they deserve.

Humanity itself is the only culprit
That all through history, the story is the same thing.
Peace, like love, can be difficult to acquire
Subject always to enemy fire.

Some how the righteous tend to prevail
About misguided, prone to fail.
No wonder we fear the tongues that lie
As humanity disputes under the heaven of God.

The danger our solders face is real
So let them know exactly how we feel.
Stretch out your flag and show them your heart
Like those we love leave us.

The Battle for Baghdad

Determined though scared, I'll beat my
In the deadly streets of Baghdad.
Searching for any harm that our plot
Or by our death are joyous and happy.

Standing in shadows caused by the moon
I remember my nights back home.
I wonder if the woman I love
You are getting tired of Sleep alone?

I feel remorse for all who live here
For this place is a hell of a madman.
And those who want to keep it that way
Must be dead or locked up in jail.

My biggest fear is not of my death
But I'll end up in a wheelchair.
Disabled for the rest of my life
Depending on others for my care.

My wife, she prays for my safe return
Like night and day more GI killed.
She knows very well, whatever the cost
The oath I will be fulfilled.

SADDAM

The king of Baghdad has fallen
Never again dictate.
Man shall sentence him for this crime
And heaven help it by his sin.

For his tyranny, he was famous
In all the capitals of the world.
Until seized in his spider hole
Completely stripped of its value.

He is guilty of rape and genocide
While he ruled without remorse.
His power and prestige were toppled
Once George Bush set his course.

Although it may appear that the triumph of the wicked
And already won for their brutality of hand,
Through the power of faith they are defeated
The seeds of goodness of man.

Formidable FOE

America is the birthday cake of earth
As of March ants from every direction.
I thank God for all those they vowed to defend it
Serve with love, honor, pride and affection.

Since the first day George Washington marched off to war
There were those who wanted our death.
The hatred, fueled by envy and greed
He was defeated by our brave and wise.

Once again, we face an adversary formidable
Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all
Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill
As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call.

Some say we should try to appease them
For if we resist, they hate us even more.
But in the midst of David we must throw our stones
To defeat them, as was done before.

IF TOMORROW start without me

If tomorrow start without me
Remember I love you.
Looking from above above
Buy everything you do.

If I become a victim
I pray that you will love again
Who always makes you happy
I consider my friend.

If tomorrow start without me
Recall our boys, God loves all who care.
And when life seems so harsh and cruel
With "it" that must share their prayer.

Already proved that I am not a coward
Who breaks and runs to survive.
Always fearing death will kiss me
As the streets of Baghdad I drive.

If tomorrow start without me
Be proud I choose to serve.
Our faith and our patriotism
Earn the freedom we deserve.

I miss home more ever
It breaks my heart to stay away
I can not help but want to hold you
And whisper what I say.

Soldier American

Our soldiers line up to be remembered
Like the best of the best in their work.
They want to be needed and depended
To save all we love from the crowd.

They risk life and limb for freedom
Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.
To be part of something greater than themselves
They are willing to sacrifice whatever it takes.

Thank heaven OF HEROES

Thank heaven for the heroes of life
Lead us to overcome those who are not.
The wise man is grateful for all God's blessings
Where fools never realize what they have.

America is the land of grain train
year rule by the people whose your vote.
Everyone has a chance to participate and prosper
When they arrive by plane or Boat foot.

Our liberty depends on the law of the land
Our future depends on our courage.
Our past has known both good and bad
And our mistakes that are willing to admit.

The sad heart rate America
And choose to put their wonders to shame
The devotion of most who love and live here
Get up to defeat the soldiers of blame.

SOLITUDE OF WAR

I know I'm still here so far, far away
How do I fight for what I believe is right.
I wonder about you and your mother
Every moment of every day and night.

The loneliness of war can drive you crazy
If you do not get letters of concern at home.
Left, right, back and forth,
Death awaits leaving love alone.

We pray to God that we are saved
To return home or live the here after.
Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see every day
How we yearn for those moments of laughter.

The faraway look of a fallen comrade
As you stay by his side until the end.
No mother ever carried her infant son
More care than we do a friend.

Many have their own personal agendas
To help keep their faculties together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh
Always makes home seem far away and better.

I became an expert at avoiding, weaving and diving
Then try do not worry too much about me.
Only his mother and help raise the floor
And while I'm going to be all you can be.

SACRIFICE, processing and Unrestricted Warfare

The Japanese had not lost a war since 1598
Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition
(The double of what an American infantryman)
With five days rations and fearless determination.

The men wrapped in brown uniforms bad
From his childhood he had been taught
This die for the emperor and a country
It was the greatest of all glories to be sought.

Moreover, hardware support of them was awesome
As shooters were accurate up to a thousand meters and more.
Their ships were faster, their biggest guns, torpedoes his best
And their planes matchless in quality, aerobatics and score.

Only by sacrifice, transformation and unrestricted warfare
The U.S. were able to overcome and win.
Again America must stand firm to survive
As we face a new monster from hell.

VIETNAM

Soldier in the Rain

I'm just a soldier standing in the rain
My memories of home are what keep me awake.
Going home is a land of milk and honey
Ruled by lust and love of money.

But what can I say, when I serve it true
For I volunteered to see this war through.
Now I'm here, is hard to believe
We're just the victims of those who delude themselves.

When darkness falls over the rice fields of Nam
Frightened men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.
It is thousands of miles to the steps of my church
With its stained glass windows, towers and lost souls who search.

In the distance I see an arc light
Dropping bombs on children during the night.
I saw that the evil they call yellow rain
And how life withers when it is sprayed by an airplane.

All my friends were taken
No more touch football that they will play.
Zipped in their body bags for the long journey home
Are some of the bravest I ever met.

War is hell, designed man
There is death in the sea, sky and earth.
Lord, I can not help but wish I was home
Back with my love, I hope is alone?

DADS AT WAR

Where would I be without you dad
My hero of night and day
I'm so glad you love my mother
And take time for us every day.

The last time I played baseball
You came to me with his hand.
I I looked at you, then made a wish
I could just be half the man.

I love my father's land
And I love my father in heaven.
It a lot to me, baby, you know
Because I'm only eleven.

Mom and I sure miss you
Since you left to defend our flag.
When people ask, where is your father
I can not help but boast and brag.

BULLETS AND Barbwire

We woke to the sound of rifle shots
With mortar rounds hitting the ground nearby.
The shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags
That saved a lot of us who not willing to die.

The hot casings fell to the ground
As the VC charged our fortified hill.
We killed so many the stench made us sick
While we fight to live and not by emotion.

Barbwire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll
As red and green tracers lit up the sky.
Soon I was the soldier who left
When napalm caused my enemy to fry.

Fleeing the sound of our choppers gunfire
The enemy withdrew to the caves and trees.
Then I cried, "thank you" to heaven above
As I scanned my buddies on my knees.

Somehow I managed to survive the day
Although I served with many names that I read
Carved in black stone of The Wall bright
These are my comrades in arms, among dead.

KOREA 1950

UN soldiers fought and were forced to retreat
Behind sandbags protected rimmed by barbed wire.
Many GI died as the attacks took place
By 810,000 Communist troops.

Our guys used phosphorus, flamethrowers and napalm
For without these weapons could not survive.
The accusations led by Communist buglers
Until the UN could start it's offensive unit.

On the battlefield of death and misery
Many froze with their hands still stuck to their guns.
While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags
City boys, farmers, students, parents and children.

With one and a half million dead or wounded
Both sides singed a truce before generals involved.
July 27, 1953
And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was resolved.

WORLD WAR II

WAR

As war is waged in charge
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
That feeds the roots of his soul.

Many things change forever
Much more than I wanted to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest scourge of man
Religion, State, sanity e.
Any scourge is more preferred
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change
And everyone who dies is a symbol
Rabies that must run its course
Before words of peace are spoken.

TROOP SHIP

Our ship had sailed before sunrise
Surrounded by thick fog
Still ignorant of our fate
Or what was written in the logbook of the captain.

No take long for me to see
Our cruise was not for fun
An experience of a lifetime
With nowhere to run on.

Twenty-us per hour, crossed
As the white caps passed us by
Ten thousand young Americans
Off to Europe to die.

A sailor told us not to worry
Someday we would have our correspondence.
Uncle Sam sure
No matter how far we sail.

Thirty feet deep I tried to sleep
Under water our ship
Just the place for claustrophobia
To come into my mind.

My favorite was my vest May West
What I wore all the time
Only in the case of German U-boats
Or an underwater mine.

Thirty-three days we were at sea
We crossed the equator twice.
Many years have passed since then
Those years of sacrifice.

BRAVERY

Many brave souls lived until now
Unwept and unknown on his face.
Lost somewhere in the distant night
Till a poet chronicles His grace.

True bravery is shown by performing
Without witnesses, which can be
Capable of before the world
No or all to see.

How great the brave who rest in peace
All the blessings of heaven to earth.
They gave our country, but its better
Those destined to be brave from birth.

PEARL HARBOR

Sunday, December the seventh
In the year 1941,
While most of Hawaii still slept
Came the planes of the Rising Sun.

Waves of bombers and fighters flew
From the deck Japanese ships.
While our planes were still on the floor
"Banzai" was spoken from his lips.

The winds of war had been blowing
In the oceans of our planet
Though not until Pearl had been bombed
Do we realize what is important is freedom.

Wars are fought and won on two fronts
At home and in the battle line.
Both are equally important
When war consumes our heart and mind.

The attack has led us to World War II
With death, pain and separation.
All who had served were well aware
Their sacrifices for the nation.

CONFLICT

The harder the conflict that sometimes face
The most glorious is the victory.
Tyranny like hell is hard to beat
When it raises its head throughout history.

War never leaves a country as
When neutrality a word is disregarded.
As the murderous hands of man himself
Are to blame for all those who have departed.

D – THE DAY THE WALL

More than two hundred guards scaled "The Wall"
A stone cliff over a hundred feet high.
Some of them went all the way to the top
While others fell and died from his fall.

Those who jumped, had answered God's call
To men to stop evil once and for all.
They fought against the Germans and destroyed their weapons
To save the lives of our parents and children.

Many years have passed since then
When the future of our world was saved by brave men.
We can not forget the hell they went through
Before the sky turned blue.

D-DAY

D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict
This front end of the shadow of Hitler's dream.
The landing largest ever joint fight
Although the blood from both sides flowed like a stream.

When the boats hit the sand, their ramps went down
And all within a visit to hell.
They jumped to do good for your country
And to kill the enemy without fail.

They fought the Germans, tides, winds and waves
In conditions that are not easily predictable.
At night, the battle was in our favor
With bravery, valor, death, and men screaming.

The bodies of five miles of beach full
Though heroism had carried the day.
With literally thousands of dead or injured
Those who stayed were determined to stay.

They faced great odds and chose not to protest
And won the war that put evil to shame.
Most returned home, married and raised their babies
But those who could not recall with pain.

MIDWAY

It was June April 1942
As I was floating in the ocean alone
The ship I had sailed on, sank to the bottom
And I thought never again see home.

The fleet Japanese had cooked East
With the intention of capturing Midway.
Although they were stopped by American warships
whose weapons, bombs and torpedoes planes saved the day.

Throughout the night, I saw the fires of war
And the second day we turned the heat.
How big the bombers dropped their loads of Hawaii
On Japanese ships who soon chose to retreat.

An imperial pilot came floating close
Who had been chewed by animals of the sea.
I could not help but feel passion for this man is
Who had answered his call, just like me.

When he finished, I was plucked from the depths
For men in a boat lifeguards, just after dawn.
For two days, I had seen the battle for Midway
Now it is quiet and the enemy has gone.

SURVIVAL

I drifted all night and was losing my hope
Before the moonlight, I saw the dry land.
I floated over and through the reefs to the beach
Where I quickly smoothed out my tracks in the sand.

All I had was my dagger and a canteen
It was May 04, 43.
Just me alone on an island enemy
It was not a safe place to be a sailor.

I felt I could kill in less than a blink of an eye
If this is what I took to survive.
I already said thanks so many times
For "God" was the reason I was alive.

Off in the dark, I herd two men voices
Laughing and talking in a language not mine.
Inch by inch I crept to their campsite
If what they were eating, I would soon dine.

I stabbed them and took their fish, rice and wine
Then ran my way back to the raft on the beach.
Soon I was floating in the ocean again
And far enough out where the bullets could not reach.

The next day was picked up by a seaplane
Whose crew spotted my sail air.
Once inside and safe, I cried like a child
For the dead whom would forever be there.

It was hard to believe that heaven let me live
A farm boy from Kansas, in high school last year.
My girlfriend is blond and she hates that I'm out
Although I am a veteran of war, death and fear.

OKINAWA

Okinawa was our last stop
Before the Japanese invaded.
The main destination of Pacific War
As our soldiers ran across the sand.

At first our marines were scarcely opposed
But the fifth day in hell they found.
A solid wall of human resistance
Firing their weapons from caves in the ground.

Air power and big guns had little effect
In his strong deep precipice carved in limestone.
It took man against man to root them
As bullets pierced flesh and bone.

Kamikaze pilots crashed their planes
Knocking out transport and warships.
As the Imperial Air Force struck our fleet
Screams of fear and hate spewed from lips.

One hundred and ten thousand Japanese
By the end of the battle were killed.
Over twelve thousand Americans died,
Previously, only the flag of our flew over the area.

BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC

After the fall of France in 1940
The Germans soon began your own lock
With most of its efforts in the Atlantic
Hoping to cut the flow of trade of Britain war.

With strikers fast surface like Bismarck
Merchant ships caught at sea, had little chance.
The small German navy sank ship after ship
Until the Navy British war romance destroyed.

Shipping losses from German U-boats increased
And the battle of the Atlantic seemed lost.
But soon America would enter the war
To defeat the enemies of freedom at all costs.

Multitudes would die and their families mourn
Before the Second World War was fought to the end.
What a waste of humanity who had lost his mind
Though now, our enemy is our friend.

DIVISION

The truest words, which portray my love
I speak to you in my heart.
May we always remember how we felt
Though through conflict we are forced to part.

Nobody can say how long it will last
Because life is not eternal.
Even more hope of being blessed by love
For he who does our casting.

As the fear of battle bites my flesh
My thoughts of home help keep me sane.
There is no guarantee that I'll survive
But anyway, I'll serve without shame.

If the cold hands of death to reach me
I pray my soul will awake from sleep.
For the voice of God assuring me
My spirit, he is chosen to maintain.

So try to remember when I left
That the person I need most is you.
I will fight like hell to stay alive
To return home for the love I knew.

POW

When you become a prisoner of war
You discover who lost his freedom and more
The guy with the gun tells you what to do
How you yearn for freedom you had before.

Your will to survive helps keep you live
Though sometimes you wish you were dead.
Tortures far beyond any normal mind
And there is no safety even in his bed.

Bullets, barbed wire, searchlights and sharp teeth
Keep it in a place you do not want to be.
The food is very bad and sometimes it moves
E you have no choice than to hear or see.

The die is cast and return home
Though in their dreams their fate is uncertain.
War may be hell, but confinement is worse
Because after you're never as you were.

HEADQUARTERS

Headquarters, Headquarters
All hands man your battle stations!
Morning of Sunday, December 7
As the war on our nation.

I soon discovered that it was not a drill
But instead, it was a real war.
How do you see the death of friends and companions
It's more anger fear of what you feel.

Japanese planes came flying in low
As I looked in my sights.
From the deck of a ship docked in Pearl
Damaged, although the crew still eager to fight.

I saw the face of a pilot who crashed
Surrounded by black smoke and fire.
Some of my bookmarks must have found its mark.
On his death was but my desire!

Two thousand dead and 323
In a battle less than two hours.
With the heart of our Pacific Fleet was
Japan had flexed their naval powers.

The bombing and strafing of ships and troops
Caused our Congress to declare total war.
Where many a man gave his life
Fighting for country, flag and more.

KENNEDY = THE WAR YEARS
PT-109

After the attack on Pearl Harbor
He applied for sea duty in the war.
When Lt. John F. Kennedy
It became known for his bravery and more.

In the early hours of the night before dawn
On August 2, 43.
Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat
Through the darkness night at sea.

PT 109, was on patrol in Solomon
With 12-man crew in a plywood craft.
A Japanese destroyer plowed overnight
Ramming and cutting Kennedy's boat in half.

Two of the crew disappeared
A third was badly burned.
Kennedy himself was played on the deck
Always in the lead he earned his grief.

Some of his men never learned to swim
As he gathered them on the bow swinging.
The hours passed tell it seemed it would sink
So they made for an island and here's how.

He ordered those who could swim
The others were hanging from a beam.
Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor
And off the floor by the ocean currents.

With clenched teeth strips man burned vest
Skipper Kennedy swam three miles.
5 hours later, they all did
Despite their hardships, sharks, and tests.

The next problem was how to call for help
Without arousing the enemy all around.
After several attempts swimming to other islands
Eventually, two natives in a canoe were found.

Kennedy scratched a note on a coconut
To be delivered to a base 38 miles away.
The message and they did were saved
And their courage still lives today.

FIRST WORLD WAR

FLY-BOYS

World War I gave us the do-boys
Who went by the seat of your pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

His plans were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leather, scarf and sunglasses glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to his death
Or self inflect a bullet in the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of the engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high that they were difficult to break
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

tracers, were first used
No weapons of aircraft to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man's highway death
With duty and honor their desire to drive.

How many Fly-boys since then we have lost
These days the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise of the rest in the battles of the war?

AMERICAN CIVIL WAR

In 1860 life was good
Until its simpleness ceased one day.
The North wanted to save the Union
While the South has decided to break.

America was torn
As six hundred thousand died.
Over four years of total war
Women without husbands cried.

The sad fact of the Civil War
This is what was left at its end.
Too often, the acts of evil men
Destroyed both enemy and friend.

The problem was, once it began
There was no peace or compromise.
Total victory must be proclaimed
Before anger to leave men's eyes.

Destroy all that helps the enemy
Was the cry from both sides.
Anything to get the win
As the horse's death did ride.

Black men dressed in old uniforms
It has reserves of the European Union.
They fought and died for freedom
And they won their rights and deserve.

Lifestyles would forever change
For those who survived the war.
Had ended as it began
With misery, sadness and more.

Both sides prayed to the same God
And he spoke the words of the Bible.
The prayers of both were not answered
For all those involved were held accountable.

KANSAS BORDER

Coronado, in his quest to find gold for Spain
It was the first European in the green Kansas plane.
Explorers and traders were arriving from France.
They saw the buffalo and the Indians who danced.

In the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the dark
Two men by the river named Lewis and Clark.
A large number of Indians, forced out of the East
Relocated to Kansas, where the buffalo feast.

Thus, many a cowboy decided to stay
It was not too long and most Indians were expelled.
When Missouri joined the Union, the slave states equaled the free.
Which way would Kansas vote, Congress was eager to see?

The Heart Landers were bleeding, their cities were in flames
As perpetrators of the slave states tried to force their will.
The settlement of Lawrence was sacked by a crowd
In revenge came John Brown, who would murder and robbery.

Kansas joined the Union as the Civil War began.
After four long years of tragedy, many women lost their men.
Cattle trails met the railroads as they pushed across the state.
Farmers planted corn and wheat, as the buffalo awaited their fate.

Those days of frontier has long since disappeared, though the sunflower is still here
My childhood home Kansas where the buffalo roam with the deer.

BLACK POWDER BRIDGE

A courier rider hands his papers to me
They are instructions from Robert E. Lee
I have been told now is the time
To stop the movement of troops in the line of Rock Island.

I gather and my men to load the boats
We powder our pistols and darken our coats.
Traveling the currents, the sun sets sight
As the men with a purpose have gathered to fight.

We capture a bridge before the moonrise
The Yankees who are here will soon feed the flies.
The evil of war feeds my brain
As I light the fuse to destroy a train.

Above us a trestle of timber and tar
As you pull the oars of a bank Willowed sand.
The banks of the river, we see him approach
There's shadows of soldiers in the windows of a bus.

With an explosion of bright yellow and a roar in my ear
I hear them scream as they're falling in fear.
The river is boiling steel, steam and stems
Back home their families will soon sing funeral hymns.

The lone survivor was a red carnation a stallion
I lassoed his neck, and freed him mud.
How do I mount the saddle beneath the stars that shine
I pray for forgiveness and peace of mind.

War is a lesson we re eager to learn
When man has that fever to murder and burn.
Lord, please forgive me for what I've done
For all those that I have been silenced son some mother.

THE FEVER OF FEAR

Cannons are bursting hot metal from the ground.
The soldiers are looting and burning our town.
The fever of fear rushes through my veins
How many Bluecoats jump from troop trains.

Smoke from hot barrels is circulating
In four thousand muskets volley their sound.
All my mates have stopped a lead ball
most cries, then stumble and fall.

Even the young boy who took our flag
Now he is dead as he clings to that rag.
Wagons with a trail of blood on the floor injured
Death and destruction are easily found.

The Generals are crying because they can not afford defeat
But it's always the soldier who dies on his feet.
Horse hooves are pounding on a bridge made of boards
As the sunlight reflects the blades of their swords.

Quickly hide in the roots of a tree
When the dirt has eroded and there is only one room for me.
After dark I sneak out with the cover of fog
Then, float the river, as I hold to a register.

Songs of their victory, ring out at night
Despite the cold, muddy water, I see your fire.
It reminds me of my Old country church
When the preacher spoke the word of God, his holy perch.

That the seed of all conflict began in a cave
When the man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave.

THUNDER IN THE GROUND

Cannons are shouting from a mountaintop far
The battle lines are forming and there is little time to pray.
are firing musket balls like hail from heaven
I'm so sick of scared because I do not want to die.

From beyond the hill there comes a terrifying sound
It is the music of the buglers and there's thunder in the ground.
Troops walking quickly developed their swords.
They are yelling and screaming as they charge up to the neck.

It's hard to believe how many do this through
As they are invading and shooting the boys in blue.
Then come the soldier men that run on your feet
Every time a drop my heart skips a beat.

There's a storm on the floor made of dust of death, and smoke
My throat is so dry, I can not gag.
The fury of the battle is bound to calm down
While most of the fighters lie dead on the floor.

After dark, the stretcher-bearers have afraid to go looking
The wild hogs eat the wounded and I can not stand the sound.
Come dawn, we dig ditches for all the brave, lifeless men
Then quote words from our Bible praying heaven lets them in.

SLAVERY

When the current the neck of a slave
The other end fixed for you.
His heart and soul corrupted
And all that is bad you will do.

No government shall exist for long
Who's people are not really free.
Although there are those around the world
Who stay blind to how life be.

Anyone who must enslave others
Will live in your own living hell
After death, they'll join their master
Where in the sky, he fell.

But until then we will fight and resist
Make them put their chains away.
And those of us who may die first
From heaven shall watch and pray

BROTHER AGAINST BROTHER

In the course of becoming officers
Young people West Point joined together as brothers.
Tenants until the Civil War transformed friend to foe
As many cadets chose to serve others.

Fifty and five of sixty major battles fought
Were lead by graduates of the long gray line.
Yankees and Rebels ravaged one another
To kill and plunder were virtues of the time.

More than six hundred thousand soldiers were consumed
Not to mention the crowds of people.
Cities, farms and countryside were laid to waste
Before our Union was restored as a nation.

THE LITTLEST SOLDIER

Nine years he was Johnny Clem only four feet tall
He fled from Ohio to answer the call of his country.
He joined with the Union and became a drummer boy
Soon to prove the gun he used was much more than a toy.

Armed with a sawn-off shotgun, cut just to fit it
He shot a Rebel horseman who tried to do it within
Granted the sergeant stripes and a silver medal
His comrades offered him hot coffee from their kettle.

Newspapers of the North, gladly published his story
Telling of the nine who won glory for their country.

THE BATTLE

The moon in the clouds
And perfectly round
As highlights the beauty
Of disputed land.

Life is a journey
When the passage is free.
Then there is a trial
For life and you.

carnage tomorrow
We will survive if we can.
Death and dismemberment
By the hand of man.

Some will stumble
With the absence of air.
While others charge
In the face of death.

We go to the race the battle
And pray for the best
Hoping somehow
We pass the test of God.

Clarins

His red flag and blue, stood out riffraff
Against their dust covered uniforms of gray.
Savagely we fought to kill our enemy
As the battle raged in the heat of the day

Volley after volley which extended our fire
With thousands of led balls snapping flesh and bone.
Blistering sweat rolled down his face each
Like the songs of war by bugles were blown.

There was a clanking sound of barrels Ramrods
As each new minieball was loaded and fired.
Some shot aimlessly amid smoke
While others took aim at the worn and tired.

The bullets popping, as the July 4
However, our enemy kept growing.
Suddenly, they split into groups and ran
Spreading into the forest as they fled.

Behind the protection of a stacked stone wall
The victorious cheered or just sat starring
In all bodies of friends and foes
While for the wounded the surgeons were caring.

Soon the war ended and I Survived
Despite his brutality on trampled ground.
From boy to man who was transformed
While still at night I hear the sound.

SHEET WATER

East Coast of America was colonized by the British
As a rule the Indians began to retreat.
After many battles, they lost their land
Giving into the white man's power and greed.

In coming years, as a leaf on the water
The Indians were swept by the white man.
As trappers and pioneers pushing westward
Brought death and disease Earth.

With the white settlements came the fur traders
Followed by soldiers, forts, whiskey and shape tools.
None of that helped the Indians to survive
Who chose to wage war and break white man's rules.

Many treaties were made, only to be broken
For those eager for land, timber, furs and gold.
Prospectors came to the pillage
And to be farmers, the Indians were informed.

The fighting spread to the western prairie
Over the mountains and down in the desert sand.
Indians proved to be formidable
As both sides fought from afar and hand-to-hand.

Lieutenant Colonel Custer, led his cavalry
In search of fame and tribal disgrace.
But instead he and his men were killed
By hostile Indians with paint on his face.

By around campfires of Rosebud and Pine Ridge
Singing warriors danced till Sitting Bull death.
Most were forced to surrender at Wounded Knee
Where many sad Indian would draw their last breath.

With their fighting spirit completely broken
And their ancient tribal ways forever gone.
Proud Indians were transferred to reserves
When his history as a great song on in life.

THE HINGE OF HISTORY

The hinge of history swings in all directions
As events of the past are written down.
From all that has occurred since the early days of man
Less than expected was recorded to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story.
Greeks had no faith in the future at all
Believe Mans repeated errors doom his glory.

Christians added a new dimension to the story
Looking forward to the return of Christ to earth.
A man and ongoing drama involving God
Believing that all are created equal value.

Some have asked why we should study history
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history to repeat its mistakes
As the result of humanity is cast.

The Alamo

Leaves the cottonwoods hung motionless
As outside the walls Santa Anna's horde closed in.
A small band of Texans watched and waited
Concerned with combat and how the life would end.

The battle raged from building to building
Even the old mission chapel was the last to fall.
Over 180 Texans died fighting with man
Never to return, surrender or crawl.

Six weeks later Sam Houston rallied his forces
With "Remember the Alamo" as their battle cry.
Attacking and defeating Santa Anna's Army
To win independence for Texas or die.

The Spanish word for "poplar" is "Alamo"
The long time the popular name for the mission.
Today the stout-walled old chapel still stands
Preserved as a shrine of sacrifice and tradition.

GENERAL WASHINGTON

Once in command, he boxed in the British
In Boston, where he captured Dorchester Heights
Overlooking the Brits at his mercy
As his men took aim with their gun sites.

The commander British, but he had a choice
To navigate to New York to renew the fight.
When the English had much larger forces
Who so persecuted men Washington in mid-flight.

They continued on to Pennsylvania
After crossing the Hudson in retreat
With British forces in hot pursuit
It seemed that George was doomed to defeat.

When winter seemed to have stopped the fight
That's when Washington crossed the Delaware.
On that Christmas night he captured Trenton
Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.

He whipped the British at Princeton
In victory his men began to sing.
Washington then wintered at Morristown
Training troops for combat in the spring.

Washington fought bravely at Brandywine
And more once in a place called Germantown
But the British were the victors
As the dead of both sides littered the floor

The Americans were blessed Early that spring
When the French entered the war on their side.
Although most had suffered burns in Valley Forge
With the help of the French marched in stride.

The battles raged in northern and southern
As the king's soldiers ravaged the land.
Washington himself was in great despair
Pleading for help for his command weakened.

Their prayers were answered by 5,000 troops
And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.
They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown
Who surrendered to victory drums at play.

Yorktown was really the end of the war
Although many do not realize well the fact yet.
But the British soon tired of the fight
And the conditions for his order was signed and set.

Washington wanted to retire at home
But his country has elected its first president.
Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support
For they believed that "he," for God, was sent.

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